i dream…

a lot.

and this doesn’t include the ample amount of time i spend daydreaming either…

these are solid dreams that are carefully assembled and structured together by my dramatically animated subconscious…

that of which works at an intensely vigorous rate.

for the past two years, give or take a few restless nights, i have been subjected to the mental assault of my vivid slumber…

and i cannot help but to wonder if my unconscious mind is subliminally trying to tell me something.

i’m not typically a dream decoding type of person…

i always chalk it up to whether or not i have been thinking about a particular person or circumstance and assume that it just so happened to carry over into my trance-like state.

but that usual thought formulation has currently been debunked since i know that i haven’t…

so then, what gives?

without sounding too ambiguous, this specific “situation” that i am repeatedly dreaming about ad nauseam, has never been one of joy for me…

and although these dreams do not cause me any happiness, they also don’t necessitate being referred to as a nightmare.

but when i awaken each morning and can still fully remember the previous night’s mind fuck, then i can’t help but to find myself being forced to relive each tormenting moment and thus, dissecting every flashback until i am completely engulfed in unanswered questions!

what in the fuck, drowsy brain?!

if there is something that lethargic me is trying to tell lively me, then i seriously need to quit being so cryptic with myself…

until then, kindly get out of my dreams…

and under my car.